03x06 - What It Takes

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03x06 - What It Takes

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♪ (THEME MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

♪ (THEME MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪

KEITH: Mr. Roy, we'd like to move on

to the matter of these illegal payments.

Uh-huh. Fine.

I mean, we've done that, but... Uh-huh.

KEITH: Specifically, your...

first-hand knowledge of what happened.

Yup. Yup, got it.

What we want you to explain to us,

based on what you saw and heard,

is how these illegal payments
were made, were approved,

- and by whom.
- Yup. Got it.

What's next?

KEITH: You want to answer the question?

I think I'm good.

Okay, fine. Uh...

Well, I approved
the illegal payments, because...

I love sexual as*ault
and I love to cover it up.

How... How... How's that? Is that bad?

- Okay, we can... we can wrap up.
- That's bad?

Come on, just...
We'll privately run the...

the timeline at home, but yeah...

I'm good. We're good. Right?

Good, and yeah, just...

- humble, straightforward...
- Hide the agenda.

No agenda.

KENDALL ROY: Sure.

They're government employees, I mean...

how smart can they be?

I'm not saying that. I'm saying
what you think I think, right?

And... And just so we're
on the same page

in terms of aims, for me,

the wish list goes:

immunity for yours truly,

taskforce for Waystar,

- my dad deaded.
- Well, I don't do requests

because I'm not a DJ.

But I hear you. Look, come in here.

They're jigsawing all the papers.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Hey, paper people!

- STAFF : Morning.
- STAFF : Good morning.

You know, Waystar is now cooperating,

helpfully offering up
one billion pages of documents,

hiring white-shoe, former DOJ types

to conduct an internal
that looks super scrupulous,

offering up employees for talks with DOJ

and worker safety protocols
around Cruises.

We can adjust, but... (SIGHS)

... this isn't a slam dunk here.

- Uh-huh, but...
- Mm-hmm?

... the papers, yeah?

- I mean...
- Once you pull everything out

that falls under other jurisdictions

or maritime law, or is privileged,

or is outside
the statute of limitations...

But an FCPA angle obviates
those objections, right?

Well, the stuff that works

for Foreign Corrupt
Practices Act is inferential.

Waystar was careful.

So, you're saying
the papers are bullshit?

I'm just saying they lack
some of the explosiveness

it was suggested they might have.

Well...

I can reposition the context

in the public arena, maybe... maybe...

Maybe I can flip someone up the tree?

I just feel like sometimes
we're allowing the tune

to be played at my dad's tempo, Lisa.

And I'm not sure why.

I have the, quote-unquote,
best lawyer in town.

I have the best story.

- I have f*cking receipts!
- I hear you're concerned.

You have a big day tomorrow.

Okay? This happens the night before.

- Rest up, okay?
- Thank you.

Yeah, and I... and I...

Look, I really value
all the work you do, honestly.

But let's try harder.

- (CHUCKLES)
- Yeah? Let's try harder.

Thank you.

(PHONE PINGS)

I miss the big boot. At least
you could hear him coming.

LOGAN ROY: (CHUCKLES)

ROMAN ROY: Clearly f*cking.

SHIV ROY: Dad and Kerry? Please.

Showing memes to a young
menial? Tale as old as time.

SHIV: No, he hates
the close-proximity bang.

ROMAN: He's still really
into blowjobs, I hear.

SHIV: You just wanna give him
a blowjob, so stop projecting.

- Hey, Romulus! (GRUNTS)
- ROMAN: I do.

SHIV: Looks like he wants one now.

Mm... (POPS LIPS)

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Well played, the Internet.

(LOGAN CHUCKLES)

- LOGAN: Okay, um... Shiv...
- You're disgusting.

Tom... (GROANS)

Hugo.

HUGO: Okay, so, your dad

has been drawing up
priorities for the weekend.

He wants everyone hitting
anti-tech positions hard.

Regulate and strangulate.

(GROANS) They're getting too powerful.

Everybody knows it.

"Stop tech eating our lunch".

Put in a new friend at the top,

one who won't fire up Justice
about our, um, boring old case.

SHIV: Yeah, and maybe eat
a bellyful of humble pie

about accidentally knocking
over their president

and smashing him on the floor.

ROMAN: Boo-hoo. It's not our fault

the president's brain
couldn't thunk good no more.

HUGO: Go offense.

Spread it around that
if the Raisin goes for us,

he's, uh, politicizing the Cruises case.

"It's so sad.

His justice department has a grudge".

I might have heard that the deputy AG...

has a picture of me on her dartboard,

which is...

disgusting.

We... Have... Ha...
Have we heard that? Or...

HUGO: That is the rumor
that's going around.

SHIV: Yeah. Funny how
these rumors get started.

HUGO: Yeah.

It's disgusting.

Hey, you mind
if I jump in with you, Dad?

Uh-oh!

Okay, Pinkie.

SHIV: Can we go up a degree in the back?

You okay?

You gonna be a f*cking sourpuss?

SHIV: (SCOFFS) What? No.

No, I just... uh...

The last time that we talked properly,

you humiliated me
at the shareholder meeting,

so I thought I should just check in.

It was a long day, and I was unwell.

SHIV: Uh-huh.

Well...

I wanna say I'm concerned

about who you might
endorse this weekend.

- The vice president.
- You're scared of Dave Boyer?

SHIV: Yeah.

Nothing's more dangerous
than a second-rate individual

who sees his chance.

I need to keep my spoon in the soup.

SHIV: Fine, and...

I don't think this is the place
to let Roman be the mouthpiece.

- He's maturing.
- SHIV: Yeah, and I love him,

but he f*cked the phone call
with the Raisin,

that's an existential risk,

and the only solid thing
he actioned in LA, Dad,

was the movie Dr. Honk,

about the man who could talk to cars.

- (CHUCKLES)
- SHIV: Yeah.

But we're walking in there
with a hundred different aims,

and I think some nuance is required.

I'm just glad that we still have
a company to act on behalf of,

thanks to me.

Kerry, get Shiv a f*cking medal.

(CHUCKLES)

♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

- All right, enough!
- Let's go.

Don't touch me!

HUGO: Okay, so, if you guys go to
your left, the elevator's to the left.

I have your room keys, and
welcome drinks start in minutes.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Wow, you can really smell the panic.

Berlin Bunker vibes.

It is rather pungent.

Oh, Ms. Libtard,
how do you like spelunking

in the elephant's assh*le?

- I'm just a corporate observer.
- Okay.

Well, wait till the weekend's over.

We'll get our white
cis male stank all over you.

PETE: It's just such a thrill.
(CHUCKLES)

I'm probably the biggest
Con-head in Oklahoma.

Of course! Panhandle Pete!

You've met Maxim Pierce?
He's my intellectual heft.

- MAXIM PIERCE: (CHUCKLES)
- My Beltway Buddha.

(MAXIM CHUCKLES)

I push him, he pushes me,
and around and around we go!

Is it just me, or in a room
full of Timothy McVeighs,

does Connor suddenly
look like a Roosevelt?

- Sweetie.
- (GRUNTS)

It's Panhandle Pete!

Frowny Face here wanted to stay home

and work on her play,

but duty calls for my leggy Mary Todd.

Mm. No, it's fine. I can totally
just write the play on my phone.

So, uh, how did you two meet?

BOTH: Online.

- Online.
- (GLASS CLINKS)

RON PETKUS: (OVER SPEAKERS)
Hi, folks. Just for a second.

Quiet for just a second.

I want to thank you all for...

being here on such short notice

and I want to thank you

for keeping your attendance private.

Uh... What we do here...

at the Future Freedom Summit

is of the utmost importance
to our party and our country.

I... I happen to believe

the next president of the United States

is somewhere in this very room.

- He is, and he's hard as a rock.
- PETKUS: So...

may God shepherd...
(CHUCKLES) ... this person.

The health of our republic
depends on it.

GUEST: And the health of my portfolio.

- (LAUGHTER)
- PETKUS: And that.

MICHELLE-ANNE VANDERHOVEN:
To the republic!

To the republic! Thank you.

The republic!

(APPLAUSE)

Ron Petkus blew
his son's archery instructor.

True story.

ROMAN: Blew his arch... Whoa!

Um... Some guy with an undercut
just called me "soy boy".

Oh, don't worry, Greg.

It's a nice safe space

where you don't have to pretend
to like Hamilton.

Well, I like Hamilton.

Sure, you do. We all do.

So, what... what...
what is this, actually, here?

ROMAN: This is just
a nice political conference

of like-minded donors and intellectuals.

- AKA picking the next president.
- (POPS LIPS)

Selecto el presidento.

That's not... That's not
really how it works.

Yeah, no, sure, but yeah.

(HESITATES) But is that,
like, constitutional?

(CLICKS TONGUE) Oh, I don't know, Greg.

You wanna call a referee?

Is there an ombudsman in the house?

- Well. Here they are.
- GREG HIRSCH: What is an ombudsman?

The family who lost us a presidency.

(SMACKS LIPS) How is he? The Raisin.

He's out of a job in six months,

lame in the interim,
and the GOP is in flames.

We're all doing backflips.

ROMAN: Sorry about that.

LOGAN: He's got a serious condition.

We felt the country needed to know.

- MICHELLE-ANNE: Oh.
- So, uh, what are you hearing?

Well, with the president out,
we need a nominee.

- So welcome to Clown Town.
- (SHIV CHUCKLES)

Six months to election day
and no candidate.

Super Tuesday's gone,
ballots are already finalized.

The delegates will choose
at the RNC, of course, but...

I think we can all be real

and say we need to choose here first.

It's Boyer, right? We're going Boyer?

Yup. Cleanest option
is the vice president.

The party needs to be united.

So I hope, since you started this mess,

you can help us clear it up?

- Dave's good. I like Dave.
- We all like Dave.

Steady old plow horse.

NATURAL GAS EXEC: I heard his daughter
has made him go vegetarian.

- Did you hear that?
- No.

No. Oh, no. I think
I've seen him eat a meatball.

(CHUCKLES) Nope.
Secret herbivore. Right here.

- Boyer, it's his turn.
- Mm-hmm.

I don't really mind
the lip-licking thing.

No?

- Is it bad?
- Not really. It's... It just...

When you notice it, you definitely...

notice it.

As long as he doesn't do it
much during the debates,

we should be fine.

GLYN: Guy must have the
wettest lips in North America.

Yeah, it's like he's a cartoon bear

and there's always
a picnic hamper nearby.

Yeah, but Dave's great.

Congratulations, by the way.

Oh, okay.

Uh, for what? (SCOFFS)
What have I done now?

GLYN: For the wedding.

Your mother.

Your mother is Caroline Collingwood, no?

- Yeah...
- And she's getting married, no?

- (ROMAN CHUCKLES)
- To Peter Munion?

No. No, she's in a relationship

with a canoe-shaped
gentleman named Rory.

GLYN: Nope.

Maybe it was somebody else,
then. Pretty su... No!

Oh! Look at that!

Um... (CHUCKLES) You know how it is.

Families. (CHUCKLES) Could you
forward that to me, actually?

Thank you. I'll, uh,
see you around. Thank you.

GLYN: Okay.

Hey, could you excuse us
for just a moment?

- Certainly. Certainly.
- Thank you so much.

Did you know about this,
you withholding bitch?

SHIV: Uh, what?

You know, Glyn, the, uh, Brexit pervert?

Yeah, he just sent this to me.

Apparently, our mother
is marrying a Peter Munion.

- What? Who's Peter Onion?
- I don't f*cking know.

Wonder if that first-born fucker knew.

SHIV: Mm-hmm. Call him.

(PHONE RINGS)

Sorry, just give me a second.

Yeah, what?

ROMAN: I'm here with Shiv.

Just wanted to let you know
new dad just dropped.

I'm sorry, what?

Yeah, Mommy's getting remarried, dingus!

- Did you know?
- Of course he didn't know.

Ken bores the sh*t out of Mom.

KENDALL: What are you
even talking about?


You mean, uh, Rory?

SHIV: Uh... No.
She took the view, "f*ck Rory".


KENDALL: Hey, Shiv, is it true?
You at the hate-fest fest?


Burning books and measuring skulls

- down in Nuremberg, Virginia?
- Yeah.

What are you doing with your weekend?

Planning to send us all to jail?
Your favorite?

All right. Just, uh,
wanted to let you know

Mommy still doesn't love you.
Bye, Ken, bye.

Hey, man, I... I just wanted to, uh,

broach something with you.

Broach away, Greg.

So, yeah, look, I'm...
I'm pretty anxious. Um...

Ken is saying he might burn me.

Are you threatening me?

You can't thr*aten me. I'm immune.

No, Tom, I was just
thinking about advice.

Because I'm...

(WHISPERS) I'm obsessing
over the "prison" of it all.

And, uh, I just need to know
how to stop thinking.

- Yeah.
- It's just constant.

I tried that. Doesn't work.

No, what I'm preferring
is to always think about it.

And then, when you don't,
for a moment, it's like,

"Ooh! Someone's loosened
their icy grip on my innards".

Yeah.

I like that. I like it.

So, you wanna try?

- SHIV: Mm-hmm?
- It's the Spätburgunder.

Our vineyard!

Oh, screw top. Oh.

JERYD MENCKEN: ... Black
and brown avatars to smear...


SHIV: Do you hear
Boyer's losing juice now?

- TOM WAMBSGANS: Uh-huh.
- REPORTER: And the Democratic Party...

TOM: So, it's biodynamic.

(SNIFFS) It has quite a funk to it.

MENCKEN: ... engineered
by the DNC and the LSM


in conjunction
with their Big Tech overlords.


Now, the rest of us...

You kind of have to
meet it halfway, right?

- It's...
- SHIV: You know, it's...

- (INHALES) ... earthy.
- TOM: Yeah.

Kinda... Mm...

- Germanic.
- Yeah.

There's lots to unpack. It's...
It's not... It's not floral.

It's not sugary or...

vegetal.

It's... It's... It's... (SNIFFS) Mm.

It's quite agricultural, you know.

It's... It's... It's... It's... Uh...

MENCKEN: Right? (SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)

You know you're not a bigot...

It's not very nice, is it?
The wine, Shiv?

REPORTER: It's true. We see this a lot,

- this so-called apology...
- You know,

if Boyer flames out,
then maybe it's time to...

It might be time to pivot party.

So, my prison consultant called

and it looks like
the place upstate might be full.

MENCKEN: ... disempower
the white working class...


SHIV: Mm-hmm?

- It's all the same.
- Well, you're tired.

You'll feel better about that
in the morning.

Oh, yeah?

One day closer
to my incarceration, right?

Apparently, the food in jail
is really bland. Um...

I mean, I know it's the same...

- Tom!
- ... every day, but it's...

I don't get why you keep
wanting to talk about it.

Oh.

(LAUGHS) Okay, I'm sorry.

Does the topic of my imminent
imprisonment bore you?

SHIV: Come on! You're just...
You're obsessing! I just...

I can't keep going
round and round, okay?

(INHALES, SIGHS)

Honey, I don't know
what else there is to say.

I'm sorry.

- Hey...
- Hey.

No? (CHUCKLES)

TOM: Oh, sure. Yeah.

Okay.

You know what?

(WHISPERS) There's not really any point.

Uh... To making love?

Yeah, well, you're
still on contraception.

It's just like throwing so much
cake batter at a brick wall.

WILLA: I think what I
realized is that I'm just

not that interested in being
a commercial playwright.

I mean, the audience
helped you discover that,

didn't they, babe?

Well, beauty and brains!

- (LAUGHS)
- (CHUCKLES)

Probably shouldn't say that.

Uh... Will I be canceled?

(LAUGHS) Oh, no! No. No.

Well, who knows? You know?
The night is young.

Yeah... Yeah, I... I just...
I don't know how you do it.

How do you make up things
that aren't already there?

CONNOR ROY: Oh, you
don't know the half of it.

We talk long into the night.

Ideas...

literary, global, macro, micro, Cosmo!

We bounce off each other.

Well, that sounds delightful.

(ALL LAUGH)

CONNOR: No. I mean, well, yeah.

- Con.
- (LAUGHTER)

Well, you should come
to Pound Ridge one weekend.

- WILLA: Mm.
- Both of you.

Unless you're tired or busy, one.

One and all. (LAUGHS)

We'd love that, wouldn't we, chicken?

(LAUGHS) I don't know if you're invited.

- CONNOR: Oh, ho, ho! (LAUGHS)
- (LAUGHS)

Okay, let me circulate. (GRUNTS)

And I will rehydrate
this gorgeous creature

- on my return.
- Cancelled!

- Ah!
- (LAUGHS)

You! (LAUGHS)

Fun guy!

Con, maybe don't abandon me
upstate with Larry Lech here.

Okay? It's weird.

Very influential!

We're just showing a bit of leg.

- Yeah, my leg.
- The collective leg!

He's a huge donor!

Maybe I don't wanna donate my body

to political science, huh?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

MENCKEN: Hey, man. What's up?

Oh, okay. Yeah, it's the, uh...
it's the ghost pepper.

The spicy new flavor. Mencken.

So, what's your deal?
Most people here wanna...

f*ck me or k*ll me.

- Ooh, wow!
- How about you?

I always found it hard to care
about politics, so...

MENCKEN: Mm-hmm? Well, listen.

Here's my party trick, all right?

Okay.

Tell me who your enemy is...

and I'll tell you who you are.

Okay.

Put a pin in that one. Um...

I've seen your poll numbers.
You're dark-horsin' it.

People are behind your whole...
(WHOOSHES) ... huh?

They'd better buy it.
Or I'll send them to the Gulag.

ROMAN: Oh, okay. Now we're talking.

No, no, no, no. No work camps.
You know...

These will be like summer camps.

Summer camps but with beatings, right?

No, no, no, no. (SHUSHES) No beatings.

(GIGGLES)

Well, this is nice.

Couple of cool guys
having some disgusting fun.

MENCKEN: Mm.

(SMACKS LIPS) So, uh... (CHUCKLES)

Do you guys know yet?

Who takes over?

- What's that?
- When the send the old...

battle toad off to the hoosegow?

Your dad? Admiral Grope Boat?

Yeah, no, he's not...

That's actually not happening.

(LAUGHS) Yeah, that's right.
That's right. No.

That's the line.
Stick to the line. That's good.

(CLICKS TONGUE)

(TOM SIGHS)

(PHONE RINGS)

TOM: So, according to Steven,
my prison consultant, this is...

you know, this is kind of
what the food is like inside.

I'm in training. How's your omelet?

It's...

not...

- Yeah, making some inroads.
- It's like...

GREG: I'm actually glad you called, Tom.

It's like Afghanistan.

You have to start in the center there.

You establish a base of operations.

Then you have to kind of...

- move out...
- Okay.

... to secure more territory.

Yeah, I, uh... I'm worried about prison.

I... I... I... I just feel
because of my physical length,

I could be a target
for all kinds of misadventures...

And it won't taste
as good as this either, okay?

You have to take off
to percent of the taste

of that endless salty gym mat
that you're eating.

Camel's labia.

Yeah, like, they wipe their ass
on your pillowcase.

- I know!
- That's something they'd like to do.

I've read the prison blogs, Greg.

I know.

Um...

Look. (CLEARS THROAT)

You know how, uh...

they're calling you that name
around the office, the...

you know, the Christmas Tree...

What's good is to eradicate hope.

They can't get you if you got no hope.

GREG: It's because I think...

You know, if you have a crime,
you need to unload.

They can hang it from you
like an ornament.

I haven't really slept properly
in about eight days.

GREG: It's not a nice name.

But I was wondering,

since, I mean, it looks like
you're going anyway...

Is it... Is it possible
you might... (INHALES)

... with me?

Are you asking if you can...

hook your bauble of corporate wrongdoing

on one of my... (CHUCKLING)
... branches, Greg?

I just thought, if...

if it won't make
much difference to you...

(INHALES DEEPLY)

Fine, okay.

Load me up, you piece of sh*t.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

No quid pro quo? Just... (INHALES)

That's...

That's inc... incredibly kind of you.

- (INHALES) Can I get this?
- TOM: No.

Greenpeace stole your inheritance.

Besides, all my meals
will be free soon. So...

(SCRAPING AND CRUNCHING)

♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

PROSECUTOR: Okay, Mr. Roy.

Is there any other illegal conduct

that you're aware of in connection

to what we've been talking about today

that we haven't covered?

Um...

No. N... Not that I can think of now.

At the moment.

Thank you for your time, Mr. Roy.

- Counselor.
- LISA ARTHUR: Thank you.

Thank you.

Good. I think that...

you did fine.

Uh-huh.

It was a good start

and they'll have another session...

We can say it went badly, Lisa.
It's okay.

Okay, let's maybe just... We'll...

We'll do the Monday morning
quarterback in a bit.

They spent all day trying
to find hairline fractures

in my story.

Meanwhile, my dad's a f*cking
tsunami of corruption.

They don't do cuddles, Ken.

Right.

Right, 'cause I... I know
how this works.

Okay? My dad is drowning them

in chickenfeed and compliance bullshit,

five years go by, and it... and it's,

- "Hey! Whatever happened..."
- Hey.

"... to that big investigation
into the bad people?"

- Ken!
- 'Cause you know what?

- They're scared of my dad!
- Come on!

- Come on.
- They pretend they're on the side of justice.

They pretend they're on the side
of the whistleblowers.

- LISA: Not here. (SHUSHES)
- But they're chickenshit.

Not here!

That should put a rocket up their asses.

LISA: We do not want this
to get politicized.

Well, everything is politics.

- So...
- LISA: Kendall...

do you think you're smarter than me?

What? Do I... What? No.

- No.
- Because maybe you are.

But I am a better lawyer.

You acted high-handed and defensive

and then oscillated
to wildly over-familiar

and glib. You sometimes
undermined my status

and didn't appear to be frank
about your own involvement.

But let's take stock, okay?

(LISA SIGHS)

(CHUCKLING)

LOGAN: Oh. Oh.

Hey! Logan.

- Dave! How are we?
- DAVE BOYER: Good. Good.

I'm glad I ran into you.

I feel like we've hardly
had a chance to connect.

- Well, here we are.
- BOYER: Here we are.

You've heard they're calling
this the ATN Primary?

LOGAN: Oh, I wouldn't
worry about all that.

(INHALES) You know,
one of the things I...

wanted to discuss with you is, um...

is controlling Tech.

That's a big, big plank for me.

LOGAN: Oh, that's interesting.

- That's really interesting.
- BOYER: Uh-huh. Sure.

Sure, and I... I... I...

can sometimes fear a degree
of legal overreach

against you legacy media guys.

You heard this thing that the deputy AG

has a dartboard with my face on it?

(CHUCKLES) Yeah.

I mean, I think that's...

- just a rumor.
- LOGAN: Mm.

I mean, to me, it's one of those things

where even if it isn't real, there's...

a reason it feels like it is, right?

Uh-huh.

(INHALES) Right.

LOGAN: Okay. (CLAPS) Good.

Look, I'm just gonna
be straight with you.

I like you.

Petkus and the big-dollar
guys are on the fence.

Let's... Let's... Let's
make this happen.

Yeah? I just need you to...

push me over the brink here.

Great. I get it.

See you at dinner.

LOGAN: I think he's been
waiting there for me

for the last ten f*cking minutes.

KERRY CASTELLABATE: (CHUCKLES)

KENDALL: Okay, okay, okay, so...

Comfrey, Lisa's out. Turns
out she's a toxic person.

You know, and once... once I get
the new legal A-team in place,

we gotta put that out
with the right context.

- Okay?
- Okay.

Yeah, it's not a big deal.

It's an opportunity. We just... We just,

you know, flip a big name.

- Boom! It's all good.
- Totally.

- It's all good.
- Right. Cool, I will tell Barry.

Okay, guys! B-day!
Big, big, big four-oh.

- How are we looking?
- sh*t slaps!

Yeah? You think? What was...
What was the one I liked?

- What's the one I liked?
- Uh... "End times"?

- Right?
- Weimar meets Carthage

- meets Dante meets AI and...
- KENDALL: Right.

... antibiotic-resistant superbugs.

That's kinda dope, though.

I mean, but aren't
Zadie Smith and f*cking...

Chuck D and Lucas Madsen

gonna come to my antibiotics party?

- (LAUGHS) I don't know...
- (LAUGHTER)

- Will he meet?
- He's not picking up

to any of our numbers.

- Okay. Well, get me new numbers.
- Okay.

Just... Let's keep calling.
Keep calling.

- He is priority one, Jess.
- JESS JORDAN: Yeah.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Well, my grandpa...

gave my inheritance to Greenpeace,

and then someone posted
a comment on their website

and it could contain
a slight on my character,

and then Greenpeace
promoted the comment,

and so my lawyer thinks
that that's defamation...

so yeah, that... that's how
I'm trying to sue Greenpeace.

Is that Shiv Roy?

Oh, Mr. Salgado.

- Good to see you here.
- (CHUCKLES)

Does this mean you've finally
come to your senses?

Oh, no. Just shopping
in the marketplace of ideas.

RICK SALGADO: Step on in, Shiv.
The water's fine.

Hey, I don't mean
to bum rush you here, but...

could you help me out?

There's a feeding frenzy
around your dad, and I'm...

trying to stand apart from
the rest of the, you know...

The total f*cking whack jobs?

Don't get me wrong. I'm with the base.

- Mm-hmm?
- Energy is extraordinary.

I just think I can bring
traditional conservatives

to a more diverse dialogue.

ATN hasn't given you
a lot of shine. It's true.

Not to be indiscreet,
but, um... I just feel...

if I was in the White House
and you were in the C-suite,

we could mold.

Oh, wow! Sir, you are very forward.

- SALGADO: Was that forward?
- Mm-hmm.

Get your old man to make me president.

I'll see to it that you become CEO,

even if I have to send
your dad to prison.

Wow, that is, uh... That's very funny.

So, it's decided?

You land this for me,
I send your dad up the river?

Uh... Yeah, I mean, unless...

unless he resigns in a month!

- Clean k*ll, baby.
- (LAUGHS)

(CLICKS TONGUE, INHALES) Good stuff.

Okay, very funny!

Look, you want some advice?

Hoard mackerel tins.

I know. Sounds funny, right?
(INHALES DEEPLY)

But you're gonna need them
for bartering.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Greg, can you? Will you keep a note?

- Oh, yeah.
- Oh, and the toilet.

Your toilet is your stair machine,

it's your bench,
it's, uh... your fridge,

it's your... (CHUCKLES) ... lover,

it's... it's... it's your brother,
it's your priest.

Oh, and also, most importantly,
it's also your... toilet.

- Okay.
- Right. Right. (LAUGHS)

Yeah, that's... that...
I mean, that's... yeah, that's...

So, that's a big part of prison?

(CHUCKLES) It could be
a perfect gentleman.

Could also be a terrible bastard.

Your toilet can be a bastard?

PETKUS: Key is unity.

If we land a favorite,
I can pool the big money.

But I need to know the messaging
will be there to back me up.

I like him, but a lot
of people are asking,

"Is Boyer a fighter?"

LOGAN: I don't care about the resume

or ideological purity

as long as they get it

and they pop.

If you're looking
for someone who gets it,

I got your man.

Connor Roy. He's got a brand name,

w*r chest, populist appeal

- and he's a fighter.
- CONNOR: Hey, thanks, Pete.

I believe I speak for my father

when I offer a firm and robust...

- No comment. (CHUCKLES)
- (LAUGHTER)

Sure.

- I could see Connor.
- Sure, I agree.

The sword has been pulled
from the stone, my liege.

SALGADO: Look at us, playing nice.

People might think we liked each other.

No. No, what? Hey, I'm a conservative.

I like tradition.

I doff my cap

to Vice President Boyer's
years of loyal service.

Thank you.

I believe you used to call me
"Martin Van Boring".

Hey! Come on! No, I still call you that.

Mencken and I may differ
in some areas, but, uh...

we both agree that this is the party

of the working class now.

- (SHIV SCOFFS)
- BOYER: What? Shiv?

All the riches counties
in America are blue.

The Democrats and Tech
hold all the wealth.

I just think some of us get
so high off owning the libs,

we forget to talk policy.

Yeah, Rick loves to talk policy.

What he does is he memorizes

a National Review issue from

and then, he recites it back to you.

- Cool policy, bro.
- And Jeryd hates to talk policy

because it would mean,
you know, having one.

Sick burn, brosef!

MENCKEN: Oh, no, no, no.
We're kidding. We're kidding.

We like each other. I...
I listen to his speeches...

every night. They help me drop off.

Maybe it's boring talking
about populist solutions

- for working families.
- Rick, come on!

You jerked off to Reagan's headshot

for years, and now you're Tom Joad?

Ugh, God! It's so f*cking boring.

- What's that?
- SHIV: Hmm?

What?

No, I've just... I've seen
your thing quite a lot.

And that... What's that?
What's my thing?

YouTube provocateur bullshit.

Aristo-populism.

"r*pe is natural.
It's all red pill, baby".

I'm just...

(CHUCKLING) I'm just so f*cking over it.

Have you read Plato?

Uh... Yeah.

Remind me. What happens?

Read Plato. Read Plato!

(LAUGHS) Oh, don't want to!
Don't f*cking want to.

See, he doesn't actually want
to have a conversation.

- SHIV: Yeah.
- He just wants to yell loud enough...

- SHIV: Yeah.
- ... to get on ATN.

Nah! f*ck ATN!

No, really, ATN is treated
as a bulwark, but it's dead.

It's basically...

a pudding cup at : p.m.
in the nursing home.

Honestly. Doesn't speak to me.

Doesn't speak to the...
the people that I talk to.

It is status quo bedtime stories
to maximize shareholder value.

No disrespect, Logan Roy...

was an icon, but, you know...

he's no longer relevant.

- You recognize this fucker?
- Nope.

f*cking jelly-boned, low-T,
pip-pip cheerio fucker!

You told Dad yet?

No. We have to stop
the wedding, though. Right?

What? Stop obsessing
over Mom's new husband.

- Just get over it. Who cares?
- Get over it?

It just f*cking happened.

My mother is marrying some dickhead

crooked-toothed turnip man.

What's wrong is how little
you care about it,

- you frozen bitch.
- Poor Rome!

His dreams of porking Mom

slipping through his little
lubed-up fingers.

Hey, so! Come in! Come in!

- Yeah.
- Sit.

Sit.

Is Greg necessary?

Just keep your trap shut.

- Watch.
- All right, thank you, sir.

Minimizing the Greg window.

LOGAN: There's a lot of chaff flying.

A lot of flapping.

But Ron and me are going
to meet and figure out

how we can pull for the same name.

We need one voice on this,
or we could fall apart

and hand it to the f*ck-f*ck
donkey g*ng.

- (CONNOR CHUCKLES)
- HUGO: Right.

So...

who do we like?

Well, shouldn't we kick it around a bit?

You know, it feels like it's poised,

so if you and Petkus
come together and...

and then the other donors
follow, then it's...

Exactly.

We're picking.

We haven't got all night.

I like Connor Roy.

SHIV: Honestly, Dad,
I think you go Dems.

- CONNOR: Wow.
- SHIV: Yeah, I do.

ROMAN: Jesus Christ.

Um, I...

kinda like Mencken, but...

I know he's kind of shitty,
so if it's now, I guess, Boyer,

but can I just say I don't like Boyer...

- What? What's with the f*cking...
- SHIV: Roman.

No disrespect, but Boyer's
yesterday's papers.

The Dems will run on change
and blow him away.

ROMAN: Ooh, Mrs. Politics!

How many big races did you win
as a consultant?

- Four? Three? Did you win two?
- Roman! Boyer is not a winner,

- and we know that.
- One?

Okay, well, then,
should we talk to Mencken,

- see if we can deal?
- The base does like him.

Right?

SHIV: Uh...

look, can I... say something? Uh... No.

Mencken is an integralist,
nativist fuckhead. He's toxic.

He's "Medicare for all,
abortions for none".

And his idea of diplomacy

is sh**ting roe deer with Viktor Orban

and then starting
a trade w*r with China.


Look, I'm tough. I know that
there's the carnival bark

and then there's
the f*cking show, but...

he is outside the American
political tradition.

And I think we have
a responsibility as Waystar...

- ROMAN: (HUMS NATIONAL ANTHEM)
- ... to the...

- ROMAN: (CONTINUES HUMMING)
- ... American Republic and...

and to the future of...

- f*ck you, Roman!
- Four score years and whatever...

- SHIV: No, he's talked about...
- ... my sister did bring forth

from her bedroom a cup of milky sputum.

- You done?
- ROMAN: Yeah, done.

He's talked about burning Korans

- and licensing press credentials.
- Yeah.

He's shifting the Overton
window. (LAUGHS)

SHIV: I'm surprised you know
what that f*cking is.

- I do.
- SHIV: He's opening it

- and throwing union organizers out of it.
- ROMAN: Oh, my God.

Stop Chicken Littling us.

It just makes us wanna all have a nap.

SHIV: Stop being a dirty little pixie

whispering swastikas in Dad's ear.

Boom! There you go again!
So f*cking route one!

I'm not saying it's going to be
the full Third Reich,

but I am genuinely concerned

that we could slide into a...
(INHALES) ... into a...

a Russian Berlusconied
Brazilian f*ck pile.

You have a trophy husband
and several fur coats.

- I think you're gonna be fine.
- Tom!

Who do you like?

Me? I, uh...

I think Shiv...

Shiv talks a lot of sense.

But I also jibe with Salgado.

Oh, you "jibe" with him?

- Pretty sure that's r*cist, Tom.
- GREG: May I, uh...

- Sorry, do I get a vote?
- ROMAN: Sure you do, buddy.

You get to vote at the election
with all the other folks.

GREG: (CHUCKLES) All right, yeah.

Well, I guess, I just feel like
you maybe get a bigger vote

- in here.
- ROMAN: Easy, Castro.

Boyer is likely to be flexible
over the DOJ.

Not if he doesn't win, which he won't.

Although, we are hearing rumors
that the case is weakening.

And that no one big...

- is likely to do jail time.
- Great.

HUGO: With the notable exception
of Tom, obviously.

- Sorry, Tom.
- No, please, Hugo. Understood.

Look, if you don't go blue, Dad,
then at least we have to be...

- backing Salgado.
- (SCOFFS AND GROANS)

CONNOR: Señor Dickless.

Captain of the Tampa Bay Cuckaneers.

Uh... Cyd. Sorry.

- Duty calls.
- SHIV: Look, I don't like him.

He's a neocon pretending
to be a Paleocon,

- but he at least talks base, and...
- TOM: Hello?

- Tom?
- TOM: Uh-huh?

KENDALL: Where are you right now?

Uh... Virginia.

KENDALL: No, where are you
in the building?


Shiv, can I just say,

and I know that we have had
our differences,

but I do think you are so brave
for picking the brown man.

I think that we should get you a medal.

- SHIV: Amazing.
- A special medal, for white women

- who like brown men.
- Just being a r*cist now.

"I'm a good girl.
I pretend to care about people

'cause no one cares about me".

Oh, yeah, actually, do you have
something you wanna tell Dad?

From Mom? A message that maybe
you could share, Rome?

Uh... Yeah, wow. f*ck you! Thanks, I do.

I have a message, uh, yeah.

Uh... Mom's getting remarried.

Hmm.

To Bertie Woofter?

Uh... No, to Peter, um...
uh... Pe... uh... Munion.

- Peter Munion.
- You're f*cking kidding?

The seat sniffer?

(SCOFFS) He's been hanging around...

- (LAUGHING) ... for forty years.
- Yeah, and, uh, she would...

they would love it, apparently,

if you came to their big Tuscan wedding.

Ooh! Lah-di-dah! (INHALES)

And they sent you as messenger boy?

(LAUGHS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- Hey, man.
- TOM: Hey.

Thanks for coming.

SERVER: (CLEARS THROAT) Hey.

So, I will take the, uh,
Griddle Hero special, please.

With double hash browns. Fully loaded.

And a plain waffle

and a... and a large cup
of room-temperature water.

Thank you.

Uh...

I might just watch him.

You know that Rasputin would
take a dose of arsenic,

uh, with breakfast each morning
to build up his tolerance?

(INHALES DEEPLY)

Look, so...

I think you know...
I've always liked you, Tom.

Well, I like you too, Kendall.
I mean, I have notes.

- (CHUCKLES)
- Oh, no. I have notes.

I think mine might be more extensive...

- KENDALL: I don't know. (LAUGHS)
- ... than yours. (LAUGHS)

KENDALL: But look. I think
I can get you out of this mess,

where you're going.

TOM: Well, uh...

nothing is certain, so...

KENDALL: You know they're calling you...

the Christmas tree?

Yeah?

Perhaps that's because
I'm tall and jolly.

KENDALL: Maybe. You think?

But I think maybe you don't
want to be the chip

the company offers up
when it has no choice.

Well...

obviously, I would prefer
that not to happen,

but, um...

- it's complicated.
- KENDALL: It is.

But I'm here to ask, are you interested

in an alternative, theoretically?

I have, of late, uh,

decided not to tarry too much with hope.

Okay, well, my case is...

It's strong. It's... No, it's... it's...

(SCOFFS) My case is fine.

It has gaps.

But if I had someone who could say

that nothing gets signed off on
without my dad's say-so,

which I think we both know to be true...

- Ooh, I...
- ... then...

I don't know that I do know that, Ken.

Uh-huh.

Yeah, I'm just a humble servant, Ken.

I admire you, man.

I do, I f*cking... You know?

You... You... You're... Look at...
You're a long way from home.

You're far from the tree.

You've played your hand well,

and you're sitting at the top table.

Well, shucks. Thank you.

I fell in love with your sister.
That's what happened.

Sure. Oh, yeah. Right, right, right.

Sure. Sure, man.

The country mouse and the hot tamale.

(CHUCKLES)

And you're just, uh...

what? Just...

I suppose you're just
a long glass of water.

- No agenda?
- I guess.

KENDALL: Well, here's how it goes.

I have new lawyers,
who are f*cking amazing.

I do not underestimate

the cognitive dissonance
you're experiencing.

Lying, hiding.

But pretty soon,

granted immunity.

And you're not going to prison.

How does that sound?

I guess there are other names.

(COUGHS)

LOGAN: We have to be united on this.

- It's a disaster if we splinter.
- (COUGHS)

Salgado has great narrative.

Quit butt-huffing Salgado, Shiv.

We all supported
your little DC lemonade stand,

but this is the f*cking real
world. This actually matters.

SHIV: Roman, you just love the boot

- 'cause you love to be kicked by it.
- (COUGHS)

LOGAN: What?

What?

Nothing. No.

What about Connor?

CONNOR: Interesting.

I do believe that idea has good promise.

I do.

I could see it.

Well, if you can see it,

should we talk about it?

- LOGAN: Kids?
- Um...

sure, I don't know.

Yeah.

Like, but, like, really?

Uh...

I guess.

Sure. I don't know.

They're all f*cking weirdos
anyway, so why not?

- No offense, Con.
- None taken.

I mean, he's a good-looking kid.

He's smart... in his way.

f*cking Joe Kennedy did it
for his boys? (CHUCKLES)

So let's get him in there

with a smile and a shoeshine

and get Ron and everyone behind him.

I would fight so f*ckin' hard
for this family, Pop.

Siobhan?

As a political consultant,
what do you think?

- (HESITATES)
- LOGAN: Come on.

Well... Okay, well, not huge name ID,

but the family name
will be a factor and...

A positive. One of many.

Uh... He's got no track record.

Nothing to b*at me with.

I'm a clean skin.

And I guess, in terms of...

presentation and connection skills...

Tick, tick.

- He can walk and chew gum.
- (CHUCKLES)

He pisses pretty straight.

CONNOR: Pretty damn straight.
I piss policy laser.

Okay, um, are we being
serious about this?

We're talking about trying
to make Connor president...

of the United States of America.
Crap pants!

Roman, it's a big tent.
Why don't you just come in?

Sure, I might call
the guy who waxes my balls.

- He's a possible.
- CONNOR: Jesus.

LOGAN: Greg!

(GREG CLEARS THROAT QUIETLY)

LOGAN: Would you vote for Connor?

(HESITATES) Me? Would I...

(INHALES) Um...

LOGAN: Honestly.

Uh... Uh... Honestly,
uh, yeah, I... I...

It depends. I... I think...
(CLEARS THROAT)

I think I could see myself,
uh, spoiling my ballot

- in his favor. (HESITATES)
- (CHUCKLES)

Depending on the opposition. Yeah.

LOGAN: What do you think, Shiv?

Is it nuts?

I love Con. I do. But...

if... if we're talking about this
seriously, I think we have to...

look at Salgado!

- Can I bring him up here?
- Oh, come on.

(SMACKS LIPS) Hugo. Call Boyer.

Okay, if... if she's bringing up
Soggy Salgado,

then I want to see
if we can tame Mencken, okay?

Oh, for f*ck's sake!

Speakerphone.

BOYER: Hello?

Hi! Dave!

It's Logan.

How are you?

BOYER: Uh... G... Good,
Logan. How are you?


LOGAN: Oh, I'm fine. We're all fine.

I'm here in my suite.

Uh... Would you fancy stopping by?

BOYER: Uh, it's pretty late, Logan.

LOGAN: Uh-huh.

BOYER: But s... sure. Sure.

Great. Great. And Dave, listen, um...

my fridge is bare.

I don't suppose you could
run me over a Coke?

BOYER: Did you mean
to call room service?


If you don't have a Coke,

is there something else?

BOYER: Yes?

Could you fire
the deputy attorney general?

BOYER: Fire the deputy attorney general?

I'm kidding. (CHUCKLES) Come on over.

Have a chat.

If it's convenient.

BOYER: Sure, I'll be
over in a few minutes.


LOGAN: (INHALES) Thank you, Hugo.

- Take the boy and go.
- Um... Yeah. Yeah.

I... I... I will go. I...
I just want to say, I think...

um...

I... I... I think I owe it
to my country to say...

I don't think you should crown...
or make Connor president.

That's it. Thank you. Good night. Sorry.

So... So, what do you think?

- Let me think.
- Yeah, take your time.

- I see it's tough for you.
- Yeah.

You know, my dad seems powerful.

Shiv seems safe.

But, uh...

I don't know. You think
she'll still be there?

Waiting for you after prison?

How exactly does it work if I...

if I do come over to you?

I mean, how... how is it better...

for me when I tell my wife...

whom I love,

and this family, that I'm
turning against them?

How?

She'll respect you.

Tell her, "What's she doing?"
Bring her over.

Logan goes down.

Shiv knows who the f*cking man is.

Come on, man.

But h... And I don't mean
to be insulting, but,

having been around a bit...

my hunch...

is that you're going to get f*cked

because I've seen you get f*cked a lot.

And I've never seen
Logan get f*cked once.

- (CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)
- (SCOFFS) Nice. Classy.

♪ (SOMBER MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

- Yeah.
- (CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

Okay, I gotta go.

Do you know what they're
doing up in the suite?

They're picking the next president.

♪ (MUSIC INTENSIFIES) ♪

(CROWD CLAMORING AND CHANTING)

CROWD: (CHANTING) Greg!
Greg! Greg! Greg! Greg!

LOUD GUY: (SHOUTING) f*ck Greenpeace!

- (CHANTING CONTINUES)
- GREG: Uh... No...

- Greg! Greg! Greg! Greg! Greg!
- I'm all right.

- Oh... Okay. (CHUCKLES)
- (CHEERING)

♪ (MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

BOYER: Obviously, we take the integrity

of the Justice Department
very seriously.

But there is always
the question of overreach.

So, yeah, on Tech, I mean...
the strategy is clear.

I hear you about Gojo.

I personally don't think there would be

any regulatory issues.

Well,

thank you, Dave.

Thank you, Mr. Vice President.

You've, uh, given us
a lot to think about.

- SHIV: Great to see you again.
- You too.

Wonderful to see you again,
my very good adversary.

So, just wanted to
chit-chat a little bit.

That was funny earlier, you know.

You tripping the light fantastic
on Grandpappy's nutsack.

When I called your dad bullshit?
I mean, did that bump?

Oh, yeah, yeah, never heard that before.

Like, that was, like, hardcore and junk.

'Cause the thing is,
this monkey don't dance.

- This monkey right here?
- MENCKEN: Yeah.

This dancing monkey
in Dad's bathroom doesn't dance?

MENCKEN: That's right.

(LAUGHS)

Um... So...

I did want to talk to
you about something.

And f*ck it, I'll just
come out and say it.

Fascists are kind of cool...

but not really. So, is that,
like, a problem, a thing?

MENCKEN: (SIGHS)
Seriously? Me? I just...

I don't have a lot of boundaries.

St. Augustine, Thomas Aquinas,

Schumacher. I'll borrow from anyone.

And, you know...

if Franco or H or Travis Bickle
had a good pitch, f*ck it!

- I'm a man for all seasons.
- Mm-hmm. "H"?

You know, there was a very
naughty boy named "H".

I'm a fully-fledged, small-D democrat.

A well-regulated election

is a transmission frequency
for God's grace.

ROMAN: Holy sh*t. You really are
a Christian, aren't you?

Well, no, no, no. My only thing is,
like, who's the stakeholder, right?

I've been tending, you know,

my little garden for, like,
a hundred years, and then...

forty new guys show up
in the back of a truck...

playing their boombox,

and it's put to a vote,

and they decide to, uh,
give my farm to them.

I mean... (SCOFFS) I'm like,
"So sorry, what happened?"

Maybe you have to put in, right?

- Before you get to take out.
- ROMAN: Yeah.

Okay, well, then, you know...

who gets to, uh...

who gets to join?

MENCKEN: Well...

people trust people who look like them.

That's just a scientific fact.

They will give more
tax dollars to help them.

- Hmm.
- MENCKEN: Now,

you can integrate new elements,
of course, but come on, man!

Slowly!

I mean, f*ck!

I like this country.

- Yeah.
- MENCKEN: Let's just take a b*at

before we fundamentally alter
its composition?

(SMACKS LIPS) Yeah.

And in terms of, you know,

this... here. There's
a thing here, right?

- MENCKEN: Mm.
- And I get it. You're...

You're f*cking G, and we're Betamax,

but, you know, you need us. I think.

Our news, our viewers,
those f*cking almost-deads,

that's a big slice of pie.

Well, if I'm the nominee,

are any of them really
going to vote against me?

No, but...

you know, it's going to be
a f*cking sh*t show...

(CHUCKLES) ... going
into the convention.

I think you could really use our push.

I think you could use mine.

Maybe.

(SMACKS LIPS)

MENCKEN: Where are you in all this?

S... Me, Roman?

Uh... You know.

- I'm creeping on the come-up.
- Oh, yeah?

ROMAN: Yeah. I've got some
ideas for ATN, you know.

Sluice out the f*cking porridge
and add some sriracha.

Poach some of those TikTok
psychos, you know?

E-girls with f*cking g*ns
and Juul pods, you know?

Give me some straight sh*t
Blacks and Latinos.

No more of this f*cking...

pillows and bedpans, you know.

We're strictly bone broth
and d*ck pills.

Deep state conspiracy hour

but with, like, a f*cking wink,
you know? Funny.

(CLAPS) And the whole show...

is kinda set up for the star.

President Jeryd Mencken.

(EXHALES HEAVILY)

- (SHIV CHUCKLES)
- (ROMAN BLOWS AIR THROUGH TEETH)

Knock-knock.

(MENCKEN EXHALES HEAVILY)

Heard you wanted one.

Thank you.

Anointed with a Coke.

(SMACKS LIPS) That was nice.

- He's nice.
- He's... (SCOFFING) ... not nice.

- He's not!
- ROMAN: Dad?

I know we came to the market
to buy you a nice milk cow

but we found ourselves
a f*cking T-rex, okay?

He's box office.
The guy is f*cking diesel.

I mean, he's good on camera.
He's fun. He'll fight.

Viewers will eat from his hand.

- No downside.
- SHIV: Oh, yeah.

Let's just inv*de Poland, Dad.
No downside.

No, his chief of staff
broke a kid's jaw at a rally!

- (SPEAKS GIBBERISH)
- (SCOFFING) What?

If we don't come to an accommodation,

we get outflanked, and we lose
the ATN dollar machine

when we need cash to fight Tech.
Right? And buy Gojo.

(SLAPS THIGHS) Shiv wants
her way, I want my way,

Connor wants his way, so that's even.

SHIV: It's not even!
My opinion counts for more!

No... It does! It just f*cking does!

Okay? I know this. I know!

People hate him.
They f*cking hate this guy!

You have to look at the climate.

Climate said I was going down.

Climate said I should just step aside.

I guess...

I'm a climate denier.

Uh? I'm sorry, this is how it happens?

- Good night.
- SHIV: Dad?

Dad! Come on! He's just...
He's f*cking dangerous!

Definitely f*cking.

Looks like your polling
was off again, Shiv.

Let's go.

♪ (SOMBER MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

(LIVELY CHATTER)

So, I saw you.

Looked like you were having
a whale of a time

flying on the wings of white power.

Yeah, yeah. I was, uh, commandeered.

Did it feel good...

as the fascists hoisted you aloft

like the Stanley Cup?

So...

Mencken's gonna take
the weekend straw poll,

and Petkus has confirmed he's backing.

Good.

Sunday show pushed him this morning.

Let's see if this horse can run.

... couldn't quite... (INHALES SHARPLY)

... seal the deal.

And here I was thinking that...

you were gonna be the man
to put my dad in prison.

- SALGADO: Right.
- (SHOUTS) Siobhan!

Speak of the devil.

You take care. Good to see you.

We're doing photos.

- Family photo.
- SHIV: Uh... With him?

No. No.

We're all in it. Let's go.

You've got enough people in the sh*t.

I'm good.

Get in the photo, please.

Siobhan, are you part
of this family or not?

SHIV: Not standing next to him.

I'll be in the photo
but not right by him.

You win, Pinkie.

You win.

You did good this weekend, son.

HUGO: Next to the congressman.

- LOGAN: Mr. Mencken.
- HUGO: Roman.

- LOGAN: Congratulations.
- Thank you.

(OVERLAPPING CHATTER)

HUGO: Okay, everybody,
just be casual. Relax. Smile.

Little chin down, Mr.
Men... Congressman.

And one, two, three.

- (CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)
- HUGO: Great! Great. Perfect.

- Thank you. Super.
- LOGAN: Good.

HUGO: Great. Okay.

Um...

Thank you. Should we get...

Should we get a couple of just... Um...

♪ ("MILLION DOLLAR HOME RUN"
BY NICHOLAS BRITELL PLAYS) ♪

♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪
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